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[atrb=width,390,true][bg=003333]It could have been considered good luck that StoneClan was the closest group to MoonTree; their journey would take no more than a day. At the head of her patrol of warriors, Fallingstar's wiry form weaved through the rough territory of the mountains, the chill of the altitude beginning to penetrate her thin pelt. Shivering, the leader was reminded of how harsh the journey had been the first time; she knew that at night, the temperature would drop even further, and even more so once leaf-fall gave way to leaf-bare. Above the patrol of cats, a wisp of clouds floated through the deep blue of the sky. The weather was clear, which meant it that Fallingstar could lead her patrol with a little less care. Had the the air was enveloped with mist, as it often was, the she-cat would have created a slower pace to counteract the obscurity of an oppressive fog. Inhaling a deep breath, Fallingstar felt as if her lungs were filling with ice, and when she exhaled a thin smoke curled away from her jaw. Pausing, the StoneClan leader glanced back to see how the rest of the patrol was doing. She didn't expect Smokeface or Hailstrike to have any trouble, but it would be Granitepaw's first patrol into the mountains, and his initiation before he became a full-fledged warrior. "We are not far," she meowed flatly, attempting to offer some encouragement to the weary party. Still, her head was filled with thoughts of Crowfang; the tom had been an elderly, apprenticeless medicine cat, and if he had met an untimely fate, Fallingstar wished that he would appear when she entered into the forest of stars. Resuming her walk, Fallingstar fell silent again, dreadful thoughts floating around her pessimistic mind. The leader was reverting into some of her bad habits, and she almost wished that she had Eagletalon's energy by her side to encourage her, but that would have been another awkward situation that she did not wish to endure.

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[Fawn]

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Every now and then ice blue eyes spotted a landmark that rustled something far back in her memories, where they had become little more than feelings with vague images. The only other time Hailstrike had made this trip had been as Owlclaw's new apprentice, one of the rare few who had been chosen to go at a young age. The more prominent features stuck in her memory, vague as they were through the rush of excitement that dominated the memories. Take that tree for example; it stooped short, weathered and gnarled as ever, having survived everything that the elements had thrown at it. Even as Hailpaw, the tree had earned her respect for its resiliance. Seeing it still standing moons later only reaffirmed her respect. As Fallingstar lead the patrol past the feature, Hailstrike glanced to the side at the aged bark, full of grooves and twists, before turning back again. If Granitepaw figured out that she admired a tree, she would never hear the end of it.

Beside her, said apprentice was practically trembling with suppressed curiousity, something the mentor believed only she could pick up on. With his leg fully recovered from the swimming exercises, she did not have to worry too much about it giving out on him during their trip. Her icy gaze flicked up toward Smokeface, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they landed on the gray pelt. That idiotic queen... Hailstrike found herself wondering if Eagletalon had had any success in convincing her to drop the feud with Lionstar; she hadn't had the chance to ask before they left. Chances were that the tom had failed, but the she-cat knew that it was hard to get him to relent once he set his mind on something. Smokeface was equally stubborn and had a mother's grief to fuel her actions. Hailstrike believed that the she-cat would come out the victor, regardless of what she hoped.

A small voice broke through her thoughts and she turned to meet Granitepaw's questioning eyes. "I don't know," She responded simply. "I made this journey once, when I was younger than you, but I did not go in to see the Moon Tree. That honor is usually only reserved for those who go to share tongues with StarClan." Her tail flicked and she added, "But perhaps you'll get lucky, and Fallingstar will decide that you can accompany her."

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[atrb=width,390,true][bg=003333]The leader's dull tabby pelt was visible against the white sheet of the mountain; the group had finally reached the height at which snow was beginning to fall. Although previously Fallingstar had been shivering violently, her current condition left her only feeling small waves of trembling as her body tried desperately to combat the cold. Their journey had been exceedingly uneventful; as the opening in to MoonTree's cave appeared in the she-cat's steady view, she knew it would be time to leave her party behind. The thin she-cat led her party up to the mouth of the cave and stepped inside, expecting the cats to follow one by one. At the very mouth of the cave it was impossible to see deeper within, and Fallingstar waited until the last of the cats had clambered inside. "Wait here," the leader instructed. "It will be warmer inside of the cave, but step no farther." With a small nod of acknowledgement, the she-cat vanished into the darkness, leaving behind the patrol. They were probably weary, besides hungry. Without the presence of a medicine cat, there had been no cat with the knowledge of traveling herbs, and while all the warriors had eaten before they left camp, that was a great time ago. Fallingstar had not been permitted to eat, but she was used to it. The pang in her stomach had always been dull; Falconleap had always been the one nagging her to eat, just as Darkecho did when the two were warriors together. Sliding through the shadows, the leader moved steadily, knowing that it wouldn't belong before she entered the chamber of the glowing MoonTree. (ooc: I'll try and get Svet to jump in with Blackeagle. If it's alright with her, the plot will be that Crowfang sent Blackeagle to find a rare herb in the mountains, and after a few moons of absence, the Clan assumed him dead.)

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Hailstrike dipped her head at Fallingstar's instructions, halting within a tail-length of the entrance. The passage was barely wide enough for a warrior and an apprentice to stand side-by-side, and she could feel the stone's cold seeping through her fur. Head turned as icy eyes watched Fallingstar disappear into the shadows before swinging back around to stare out the entrance as soon as she had vanished from sight. After the open landscape that was their territory, the closeness of the walls made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. There was no room to move if they were attacked, and the only place to flee was inward, toward the Moon Tree. Her gaze flicked from boulder to tree and back again, hoping nothing stepped out from behind it.

She could sense the disappointment in the apprentice beside her, and with the sacred atmosphere keeping her voice low, the she-cat murmured, "Prove yourself as a loyal and trustworthy warrior, and you might just become leader; then you will be able to experience the Moon Tree firsthand." The tip of her tail twitched as her eyes briefly left the landscape to look at Granitepaw before blinking and focusing back on their original assignment. Something shifted in her as the waiting game truly kicked off, and Hailstrike let out a breath in a soft sigh, watching as it spiraled into the air. At least the cave would protect them from wind and any rain or snow. It just put her in close proximity with a feline whom she would rather avoid.

Said feline spoke, her offer a surprisingly generous one, and she turned to look at Smokeface, briefly meeting her yellow eyes, which glinted in the low light. What is this about? Hailstrike found herself studying the she-cat, wondering where this friendliness had come from. Since when had the self-absorbed she-cat paid any attention to the comforts of others? Almost immediately, the blue-eyed warrior had known her answer, if only because she did not want to leave guarding themselves to the whims of an idiotic, overemotional mother. "I appreciate the offer, Smokeface," She worked on keeping her voice even and neutral, "But I'm fine."

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[atrb=width,390,true][bg=003333]Just as the she-cat had disappeared from the vision of the others, a harsh hiss stopped her. Fallingstar spun around, the thin hairs of her rough yellow-gray coat prickling with challenge. However, as soon as the leader spotted the offending cat, her eyes widened. "Blackeagle," the leader meowed. Of course, it seemed StarClan had not completely abandoned them. Of course, since it was so recent, the tom was probably expecting Boulderstar to be the cat leading a patrol to MoonTree instead; so much had happened in the last two moons that it would take some time to fill in their medicine cat. Green eyes scanned the form of the dark-pelted tom. In all honesty, Fallingstar had thought he was lost, but the medicine cat's appearance reassured her. "Come," the leader meowed, though awkwardly. Blackeagle was many moons her senior, it felt strange to command him as she did the other cats of the Clans, but Fallingstar pushed the feeling aside easily. She was somewhat wary of the tom, but as she began padding down the dark cavern once again, things felt a bit more comfortable. The two left the rest of the patrol behind and Fallingstar began to fill in the tom on what had happened. "Boulderstar has passed, currently serving as deputy is Falconleap," the tall she-cat meowed. "Crowfang has disappeared, leaving you as our only medicine cat." With that, Fallingstar fell silent, her eyes focused straight ahead. There was little to be seen in the darkness, that is, until they reached the final chamber. MoonTree; a mystical plant with bark that glowed like starlight, buried within the mountain. It was just as mysterious now as it was when she had approached it with the name Fallingleaf less than a moon ago; when she left her old life behind her.

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[Fawn]

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Never before had she really considered anger and relief as two conflicting emotions. Not like love and hate or happiness and sadness. But as she watched Smokeface almost shred the Medicine Cat Apprentice - if he even deserved that title, for all the time he had spent away from the clan - through narrowed eyes, she found those two emotions warring for dominance inside of her. Twisting and turning, all of the feelings that had been so prominent in her, all of the stress and worry, reached their boiling point, very nearly bubbling over. The utter relief she had thought that she would feel upon the arrival of a new Medicine Cat was shoved in the background as part of her stress made itself known in irritation as her anger rose up, particularly strong. She had to bite back her first impulse, which was to give a scathing response to his completely naive question. I don't know! Maybe because Crowfang's missing, you've been gone for numerous moons, and StoneClan has had no Medicine Cat, which has put us under considerable risk! For once, she and Smokeface were on the same page, the other she-cat's question interrupted by the return of Fallingstar.

Icy eyes snapped from the tom to the she-cat, and the warrior moved out of the way to allow Blackeagle to pass. It was for the better that he get out of their presense. Both she and Smokeface needed time to regain their composure and sort through the flood of emotions. Watching the two disappear into the darkness, she could feel her heartbeat slowing down as a cold calm began to replace the fiery anger that had filled her at his abrupt arrival. Jaw clenching, she turned to look back out of the entrance, not wanting to be surprised by anymore StoneClan cats back from the dead.

"I don't know," Hailstrike responded to Smokeface's question. "But magic mushrooms or not, it should not have taken him this long to find it. Even if we had had a Medicine Cat, it is not right for him to send his apprentice off on missions that require multiple moons for him to complete." The cold calm spread throughout her, keeping the intense relief that threated to overwhelm at bay and inspiring questions that she would rather avoid considering. If a cat could stay away from his clan for that long, what was to stop him from doing it again and leaving StoneClan in the same position as before?

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[atrb=width,390,true][bg=003333]"Scarcely a moon ago," the leader replied coolly, stepping slowly towards the moon tree. Fallingstar turned to face Blackeagle, her green eyes dilated from the darkness, their gazes locked as she gave him the answers he sought. "He went to speak to StarClan and never returned." As the medicine cat began to apologize, the she-cat waved the comment away in an almost flustered manner. "We are more than happy to welcome you home, regardless." Having ended their brief conversation, the leader drew closer to Moon Tree, the pads of her feet scraping against the bleached roots. Just as she had done before, Fallingstar curled up in one of the small coves beneath the tree, her back pressed against the great bark, and closed her eyes, waiting for StarClan to invite her into their forest. It had been a difficult journey for StoneClan, but with Blackeagle by her side, Fallingstar was becoming for confident in her position as a leader. She was certainly young, but she wouldn't let her inexperience stop her. The warrior had sworn to her former mentor that she would uphold the image of a strong leader and protect her Clan at all costs; that was what drove her. That resolution, that promise, gave her the power to keep moving forward. Eyes flashed open and a shining haze filled Fallingstar's vision. Before her, cats with stars in their fur, and one stepped forward to speak.

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[Phoenix]

To post guards around him? It was a possible solution to her question, but already Hailstrike could see numerous problems with it. "Nothing like being welcomed back by your own personal shadows," She commented dryly. Briefly, she considered the idea of only having night guards, and those would be situated around camp. It would make guards less conspicious, to be sure, but that meant that valuable warriors would be losing sleep over it. And if they were to constantly shadow Blackeagle, it would be a waste of time that could otherwise be spent hunting prey. "That would definitely make a cat feel welcome." Sarcastic. And it would certainly lead to wounded pride as well, perhaps even a grudge. Though she knew that she would never abandon StoneClan like that, it would put a considerable dent in her pride to know she was considered untrustworthy enough to have guards posted around.

As her apprentice spoke up, Hailstrike glanced at him. Flicking at ear, she gestured with her tail toward the bundle of herbs sitting closest to the senior warrior. "He left them there," She answered. "I cannot tell you whether or not they're the herbs that he was sent to find - if he was, in fact, sent to find any - but he came back with something." Just as she finished answering Granitepaw's question, Smokeface spoke up again, voicing her own very opinionated thoughts. "That may be the case," The icy-eyed warrior responded evenly, "But we shall have to wait for Blackeagle and Fallingstar to return to find out. In the mean time, what do you think about our Medicine Cat Apprentice back from the dead?

Hailstrike paused as she redirected her thoughts back to her original question. How to keep Blackeagle from disappearing on them again? "Can we trust him not to leave again?" Unfortunately, I think we may have to. She wished that she could truthfully say that she fully trusted the tom to remain loyal to StoneClan, but Crowfang's apparent betrayal had made her more reserved when it came to trusting the high ranks, as he had been their Medicine Cat. Despite her clenched jaw, the she-cat's face remained impassive as she considered the new arrival. Blackeagle will just have to prove his loyalty to me through his actions, Hailstrike decided, and then she could finally relax. But until then...

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